Yet ask they now, those kindly friends, Ah! well for us that human love While we, child-like, scarce asked for more And thus to train the spirit-growth Yet strange how oft our human will Not seldom thus He giveth back But now a pause has come in life. Until a growing Eastern light A solemn hush steals o'er the heart: We know our past, at least thus far, But now we ask in wondering awe Or must we walk with slow, sad feet, No answer comes from out the dark. John xiv. 23. 2 Cor. vi. 16-18; vii. 1. Not less was meant by Jesu's prayer, But life is brief! we trembling cry, God's teaching cannot all be crammed But so we take to earnest heart As seeds contain both root and flower. Our part is this: to nourish well Nor slurring over common tasks Then rising higher, each heart must learn The soul that only thinks of self Yet more than this: if on our face And seek high fellowship with Him, John xvii. 23. Eph. ii. 21, 22. a Ex. xxxiv. 29, 30. 2 Rom. viii. 29. 4 2 Cor. iii. 18, Rev. Ver. |